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Post by Sprow on Jan 22, 2013 1:20:49 GMT -5
Upon arrival to the Land of Dragons, Damien had ensured everyone made it to this side of the portal before closing it up behind him. As they all stationed themselves where they were, Damien patiently waited for one of his subordinates to arrive. It didn't take very long considering this was their scheduled time to be here. "Damien, sir. You have arrived." It was a man no older than himself with dark brown, short messy hair. His eyes were violet in color but held the eyes of a veteran and not a youth like he appeared to be.
"Take the recruits and station them with the nearest trainer. See to it that they are taken care of." The man bowed and then started leading the others away. That had been their first day at base.
In the next few days, Damien had been left to explore it now and then. None of the four were home and Ivan was making it clear that he had nothing to do with his son for now. Damien knew that when he next saw his father that their encounter wouldn't be a pleasant one. His father had meant what he said. Having been caught with a recruiter and two recruits, even transporting them, Ivan was upset with him. Damien wasn't sure what sort of punishment he had yet to face but he knew something would be coming his way soon. It was only a matter of time considering this extended period of silence.
During that time, Damien had made frequent visits to where all of their army was trained. Recruits and seasoned soldiers trained heavily in this section known as the barracks. From time to time, an overly confident soldier would challenge him knowing what rank Damien was. Out of amusement, Damien humored them. Always, he managed to best them and taught them humility. However, it was getting old rather fast. When was he to return to his usual duties?
Figuring that he had plenty of time to himself, Damien did something no one would expect someone of his standing to do. He had left the headquarters to visit a nearby orphanage. No one would know it but it was here where Damien spent half of his childhood. His father, Ivan, would often leave him here under the care of the woman that ran the place. Just to watch him, of course. It wasn't like Ivan was abandoning the killing machine he was raising. Just making sure he was being taken care of while he was away at meetings that needed his attendance. Children were never allowed to attend.
It was here at this very same orphanage that Damien had met Romi. A girl that was five years older than himself and the daughter of the owner to the orphanage. She treated Damien like her little brother. Even though he was the son of one of the Order of the Destroyer, they treated him kindly there. It had been a long time since Damien last saw it.
If anyone had been following Damien around during these times, since he didn't portal to the orphanage figuring he'd enjoy himself a walk, they would notice he made frequent visits there. Today, as he stepped into the small building, he found Romi pouring over a book, reading it to the small group of kids she had all around her.
Romi had to be at least twenty six years old and already she was married and with child herself. Still, like her mother before her, she treated the children here in the orphanage like her own. The kids always enjoyed it when Damien came over. He showed a side to him that he never showed in the base. He didn't seem as villainous as one would think of him first meeting him.
As he patiently waited for Romi to finish reading the book and take notice of him, Damien gently leaned against the doorway that lead into the room, folding his arms. When she was finally finished, Romi looked up and a bright smile appeared on her face. Her husband, Bradley took very good care of her. "Good afternoon, Damien." No sooner had she said this and the kids all ran up to him, hugging him, almost knocking him over.
Where the kids were initially scared of him first meeting him, the past few days they had swiftly warmed up to him. It was cool to them that someone so firm looking could actually play with them. They all viewed him as a bit of a hero even though to others he was the villain. "Hey now! Settle down! No need to tackle me to the ground." The kids just giggled in response before one of them spoke up.
"We missed you, Mr. Damien!"
"I missed you kids too. So, anyone up for a little game?"
Things went on like that for a good few hours. It was nice to pass away the time. It was an opportunity for him to forget his troubles. He was in it, far too deeply and he knew it.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2013 2:24:04 GMT -5
The Land of Dragons was actually the place that Prince Orion did not want to be. In fact he would have rather gone to the Enchanted Domain and face judgement there then come here. The reason for this line of thinking was because of the large gate that stood in front of him. Above the gate read the words, "Wilder Dojo." Through the gate, he could see several people training with wooden swords on the grounds. In the background he could make out some of the buildings that had only been fictional in his mind.
"What would you think of me now brother? A prince without a future? You were always the better one of us. No doubt word must have reached you." Days had passed since the tragedy that had occurred back in Twilight Town.
Since their arrival here, Orion had quickly been outcast by the rest of the group. Word of what had transpired before they came here had reached the recruiters and trainers quickly. They all pushed them hard to train and grow strong so that they might help the organization. However it was even worse for Orion. No one would get close enough to him. Those who did either gave him dirty looks or distrusting shakes of the head. Orion felt even the eyes of the recruiters on him constantly. Today he decided he wasn't going to training. He found himself wandering into town, and now he was here.
"Perhaps it's better this way. You're a much kinder man then me young brother. I always thought you'd make a better king. And now that you're probably grown into a man, father cannot corrupt your thoughts like he corrupted mind."
In all honesty, Orion regretted his actions. He had done what he thought he needed to. Hurting Max... He shouldn't have put him in that position. He still had no clue if Max was dead or not. "I had stabbed him. His blood is on my hands."[/i] That thought had been on his mind a lot lately.
The sound of footsteps and chatter coming down the road behind him caused him to turn. Orion caught sight of some teenagers around his age heading towards the dojo. They were all dressed in the same outfits, black training robes with a red dragon emblem on the breast of the long sleeved top. Not wanting to be seen, Orion decided to make himself scarce. The dojo was along the road to the main square. The teenagers were coming from another direction towards him.
Moving on, Orion headed back towards the market place. He was surprised that they still called this area the "village." It really was like a miniature city with its paved roads now. The place had not missed the onslaught of rising populations across the worlds and was seen in the amount of people. In the distance Orion could make out the palace. At one point he would have thought of going there. The King there would surely recognize him. "Now that would be a bad thing. I'm probably a wanted man."[/i]
Sighing to no one in particular, Orion entered the market district. Perhaps he should just head back to the recruiters training grounds. What else was there to do? He had no money now, and no one he could turn to either. "I truly am alone now."[/i]
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Post by Sprow on Jan 22, 2013 4:13:17 GMT -5
Damien had gone through all sorts of games with the kids. It brightened his mood since the trouble he had been through and will be through when he got back. He didn't know when he'd see his father again but he could feel it coming. Eventually, he'd have to face the music with his father. Whatever lay in store for him...Damien didn't want to find out but knew that he soon would. When it came time for him to leave, Damien reluctantly bade the children and Romi farewell.
"Take care, Romi. I'm glad you're happy. The worlds need more people like you." Romi smiled up at him as he was bidding her farewell too. Giving him a brief hug, like she did when they were kids, Romi then released him.
"Don't let your father get to you, Damien. I know you're worried about something but whatever it is, know that you can always come back here. This is your home too." Damien just smiled at that and left. She could say that but he knew that he couldn't bring his problems here. If he did, it could mean her life and the children's lives. Damien didn't want to risk that. So, as long as he didn't return here like it were his sanctuary, his father would have no reason to harass the orphanage. Besides, he owed it to Romi's mother to treat the place with respect for them having taken care of Damien in the past. Ivan was always keen to make sure he kept whatever favors others did for him in regard as long as they weren't Damien where it was expected.
As he wandered out, Damien had to go through the village. It didn't really look like much of a village anymore. In fact, it looked as if the place was becoming a city now. Years ago, they didn't have the place as paved as it was now. Things were really looking up for this world. Pity that it would need to be destroyed to cleanse the universe and start all over again. Part of Damien didn't want to do that.
Walking, he wasn't aware of where he was actually going. He knew that he needed something from the marketplace. 'Oh yeah, food!' he thought. Damien had been offered food back at the orphanage but he had politely refused. The orphanage didn't get a lot as it already was. They needed all the food and everything they got. It wouldn't be right to take anything from there. So, here he was, in the food stalls portion of the market area.
There were people bustling here and there. None seemed to pay him any mind. Damien didn't mind it though. He'd rather be left alone right now. One other person wouldn't be a problem but a cluster of them would be too much. As he browsed the stalls, he wondered what he should get. He wasn't a sushi eater. The thought of eating uncooked fish made his stomach churn. Damien never really liked fish as a kid and even as a young adult, he didn't. Every time he saw someone eat fish, it made him scrunch his nose up with distaste like he was doing right now. A youth had just walked past with sushi in a container while eating with chopsticks. It repulsed him.
"Yeah...definitely no sushi..." he told himself. He could very easily run into anyone he knew here. When not training, recruits and soldiers were allowed to come into the village so long as they didn't start anything and were concealing their emblems. Damien wore his cape and his armor but he wore another cloak over his armor to conceal the emblem from view. That's why he walked around without being harassed by the local authorities. He wore the hood down so his face and head was visible.
The Wilders here were especially well known for authoritative figures. It was one of the largest families in this world with a lot of history behind it. There was a place somewhere in this world closer to the Imperial city that was dedicated to the past Wilders of reknown. Ironically, every family member, or almost every family member of that last name had a shade of blue in their hair. Those directly related to the old bloodline had full blown blue hair. Others were not so much showing signs that the bloodline was slowly being spread out to the point where it wasn't as dominant as a trait anymore.
As Damien walked down the street, he had no idea that his ancestors had been here in this very world and knew a Wilder personally two hundred years ago. He came to a pause before a food stall selling what looked like peaches. A bite of a peach would do him some good. He could eat more wholesome once he got back in the base. Maybe he could get some shut eye too? Damien really did like his sleep and relaxing. Just too much of it bored him to death.
"Hm...a peach for the trek back wouldn't hurt..."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2013 16:41:12 GMT -5
From the shadows she watched Damien. She had followed him throughout the day, clinging to the shadows and staying out of sight. The art of secrecy was something she had always been known for. She had inherited the art of bending shadows from her mother. As far as she knew, only her bloodline had the power to control shadows.
She watched him as he disappeared into the orphanage, and then followed him when he came back out. When he entered the market district, she paused. It was harder to keep to the shadows when there were so many people about. It didn't matter too much. She had enough information for what she needed to do.
The Emperor had given her two missions. The first was to cause chaos in the name of the Order of the Destroyer. The second... Well she was working on that one. Tonight the Order was about to become very known to the "village" here. Retreating, she hopped from shadow to shadow never being seen.
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Walking through the market district, Prince Orion passed by several shops. The sound of sales persons trying to convince their shoppers was mixed with the chatter of friends and the sounds of people walking throughout the market. The smells of the various foods made Orion's stomach rumble and reminded him that he had yet to eat lunch.
Orion could have headed back to the training grounds for lunch. The food was free there. But then again so would the stares and behind the back comments as well. Orion reached into his pocket and pulled out the remaining munny he had. It was barley enough for a night at an inn! It wasn't as if the Order had money to just lend them. They were there as volunteers. "I've never had to know what it's like to be worried about having money for things."[/i] And truly he hadn't. That's what continued to make this such a difficult thing for him. If Orion wanted to really infiltrate this organization, this would be the price.
"Is this what it's like to be a man on a poor salary?" He asked himself aloud. Orion never considered himself privileged. He always thought that the majority of the other noble sons and daughters had it a lot easier then he did. They didn't have to go through all the studying he had too. Yet right now those worries seemed to be dwindled by the worry of money.
"The problem's of a rich man must be quite a laugh to a poor man."[/i] He thought. Well he wasn't going back to the barracks. Not yet anyway. Orion planned on waiting till the end of the day before returning. "The less I have to deal with people the better."[/i] No one had thrown him out of the organization just yet. "What would happen if they did throw me out? What if I'm not worth their trust?"[/i]
Then Orion would really have failed his kingdom. "I need to convince them I'm useful."[/i] Orion thought to himself as he entered a bakery. The smells of fresh bread had brought him here.
The bakery had been set up with a variety of glass cases holding several fresh baked goods. Picking out a loaf of bread, Orion brought it to a girl in a green apron. "That it for you?" She asked him.
Nodding, Orion pulled out some coins and counted the right amount. "Want a bag?" She asked him after taking the money and sliding it in her pocket.
"No that's alright." Orion couldn't help but respond in a depressed breath. The loaf brought him down to 75 munny. The bread had cost him fifteen.
Placing the bread under his arm he turned to go. "Hey." Turning back the girl looked him up and down. "Are you alright?" She asked with what seemed like genuine concern. She was about Orion's age now that he really took a moment to look at her. Her long red hair and rosy cheeks reminded him of his mother.
"Ya I'm fine." He lied.
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Post by Sprow on Jan 22, 2013 17:40:52 GMT -5
Damien glanced over his shoulder after a moment. Being in so many people's company, he always felt like someone was watching him. Figuring he was just paranoid, Damien focused on the stall of peaches again, ordering himself some. As the sale's clerk readied a bag for him, Damien wondered when he'd see Ivan again. Surely, it was only a matter of time? The thought honestly frightened him. After that last encounter he had with his father, Damien wasn't sure what would come of the next one. He knew that he'd have to see him eventually. No doubt, he would pay.
Fighting his thoughts away, Damien took a peach and bit into it, heading down the street. Ever since the idea of his father returning to see him had crept into his mind, Damien had found himself a little more jumpy than usual. He had always thought he was being watched. As if his father could be stalking him. 'Get a hold of yourself, Damien. No need to fret over the inevitable.'
It was hard to eat when one was so nervous. He did't show it on the outside but his insides certainly felt it. It were as if Damien were trying to feed himself lead. The food, though it should have been appetizing to him, felt otherwise. Due to that feeling, he had tossed the peach away. He still had a few anyway. As he walked, he had no idea that his feelings of paranoia were proving true rather than his imagination. However, it was someone else rather than his father.
'What happened to Raymund back there anyway? Did he commit suicide or had someone caused him to fall?' he wondered. The recruite's death had seemed suspicious. Damien didn't think he was the sort to commit suicide over something. No matter how he looked at it, Damien found it suspicious. Had the traitor killed him? Who was the traitor? He knew there was the description of the elf with their emblem. Did the other three heads or four heads know of this person? Did that elf merely impersonate one of their own? They didn't have black cloaks. Their cloaks were white! Someone had to have impersonated a head.
No matter how he looked at it, Damien thoroughly believed he had done the right thing in that situation. Surely, that would help his plight a little? On top of it, what the hell was his father's problem? No matter what he tried doing it was never enough for him. He had obtained that despicable book for him. What good did that do? Nothing except the fact he had used it on him and threatened his life for rebelling only a little bit! What kind of father did that? Damien knew his father was practically married to his position but to go so far as that? What kind of father was he?
'I'm thinking too much again...' he thought to himself. Shaking his head, Damien carried on down the street. Sitting down on a bench, he picked out another peach from his bag and started to eat it. It was a little easier this time around now that he had managed to focus on anger and confusion rather than nerves. His main issue was the fact this free time was getting to him. It allowed him to think freely and for himself for a change. Damien would rather he be busy. His thoughts were his worst enemy, it seemed. Not only that but was it really worth being here? Was this truly the answer to everything? That feeling kept nagging at him in the back of his mind. Such thoughts he knew would infuriate his father. Damien shouldn't be thinking like this. Ever since childhood, he was told that this path was the right path and there were no others. He shouldn't be thinking like this at all!
"Damien~!" came a familiar feminine voice. Damien shot to his feet, dropping his nearly finished peach in his alarm. It earned him a giggle. Damien looked back at the woman who claimed to be one of the head four. Did she bring news of his father? Or was she here to bother him again? Damien could never be sure with one such as herself. Seeing him standing there, alert, the female head slunk toward him and stopped five feet away. He couldn't see her full face but for her lips. They were curled into a smile of amusement. Whether it be wicked or not, he couldn't be sure.
"What do you want?"
The woman laughed a bit at that as if it were the funniest thing in the world. "Nothing, I just bring news to you. Daddy's coming later today. You'd best be prepared, little Damien. He's still not a happy camper despite what was reported to him. He claims that he needs to teach you a serious lesson of "obedience". For your sake, I'd be long gone...or join forces with a different head...like myself." She prowled around Damien like he was a piece of meat or something. Damien really didn't like this woman one bit. There was something about her that felt really wrong.
"I'm not joining forces with anyone. I'm just doing my job like I was taught to. I did what I thought was right during that massacre!" Damien retorted, his voice firm. The woman. for once, was silent as she cam to a stop some distance away with her back turned to him.
"Well, that's your choice, Damien...however..." she turned to face him then. "You won't last very long if you continue to remain attached to daddy. He sees you nothing more than a killing machine and an errand boy. What sort of father would do that to his own son? Not a very good one!"
Damien felt a growing anger surging within him. He knew his father wasn't the right type but someone lse telling him this only angered him. After all, Ivan was still his father. So, of course he would get angry hearing this kind of thing. "Shut up!" he told her. The woman just laughed at that before walking away.
"Fine then, have it your way...see you at you funeral~!" she taunted as she disappeared from sight, leaving Damien behind. Damien hated her. As he simmered down, he looked around. He had dropped the bag he had been carrying in his alarm. Muttering to himself, he picked it up. It was time to head back to base even if his punishment sounded unpleasant.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2013 21:59:23 GMT -5
Orion decided to hang around the market district for a while. With only a little bit of money he couldn't do more then window shop. Looking like a commoner, and young at that, Orion was surprised to see most shop owners scowl at him when he grew near. "Move on now!" They told him as he tried to examine some of their merchandise. This was a complete shock to Orion. Why would they tell him to move on?
Back in the Enchanted Domain, any time a noble entered the market place they were plagued with shop owners trying to get them to look at their wares. "Why would they do that?" Orion thought. Passing by an indoor tailor shop, Orion came to a stop as he looked at himself in the mirror. What he saw surprised him.
Orion's appearance was dirty and unkempt. His hair looked dirtier and blondish white hair covered his cheeks and neck. He hadn't shaven in quite a while and his clothes needed a good wash. "What's it matter. I'm not a prince anymore anyway."
Continuing on, Orion left the market district. It wasn't that much past midday. Probably close to two o clock, Orion would imagine. Reaching back into his pocket, Orion took a look at the coins he had. "What can I use this on that would be worth it?"
Talking to yourself aloud was never a good sign for sanity, and a few people gave him a look as they walked down the streets. Looking around again, Orion spotted a few lingering shopping stands to his right near the entrance to the market district, a few other buildings that looked like businesses, and a place called the "The Three Pigs". At least that's what Orion took for the name of the building with three pigs on a board over the open door.
Heading over to it, Orion knew immediately knew that his suspicion of what this place was right. The pub was fashioned like almost every pub was. However at this time of day only a few shady characters lingered inside. A an older man with a balding head sat behind a bar. Walking straight up to the bar, Orion ignored the one over the bartender gave him.
"What can I getcha?" He placed a rag that he had in his hands on the table near him.
Prince Orion reached into his pocket and pulled out the remaining money he had to his name. Placing it on the table with a slight bang, he pushed it over to the bartender. "Anything on the rocks! And keep it coming till that runs out."
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Post by Sprow on Jan 22, 2013 23:12:37 GMT -5
As Damien walked down the street, dreading the idea of heading back to the base, he passed someone by with blue hair. His pouch of munny, coincidentally, disappeared after a bump. Damien gave pause then, feeling lighter on the side where he kept his munny. Eyebrows raising in alarm, Damien whirled on the spot. It had to have been the person that bumped into him! "HEY! YOU!" Damien shouted. The person had been walking fleetingly away from Damien prior and as soon as he shouted after them, they bolted down the street. Angry, Damien took off after them.
As he ran after the troublemaker that stole his munny, Damien didn't notice the kind of street that he was venturing down, chasing that thief. 'Wait til I get my hands on them!' he thought angrily. He hadn't gotten a good view of who he ran into but he knew that they had blue hair and were shorter than he was.
He saw the figure he was chasing turn into a building. Ironically, they had taken a turn into the pub that Orion had gone into but neither of them would know this. A few seconds before Damien arrived, if anyone cared to look they would've noticed a blue haired teenager no older than sixteen darting for the back of the building. They moved very swiftly on foot and paid the adults no mind. None really seemed to pay him any mind either other than a passing glance before returning to their drinks. The bartender though was eying the youth unhappily. This was a pub for adults, not children!
Seconds after, Damien arrived looking very disheveled and unhappy. "Where did that little brat go?" he grumbled under his breath. His eyes scanned the building as he spotted a familiar, very unkempt figure. It was that prince who betrayed his kingdom. The others back at the base had often given him a wide berth. Nobody trusted the guy. Not here to bother him, Damien scanned the rest of the crowd grumpily. Pretty soon, he found a tuft of blue hair sticking up from behind a table.
"Aha!" Damien exclaimed as he had wandered over and picked the kid up by the scruff. "Hand over my munny you took!" he growled. The kid sheepishly grinned up at him. Like his ancestors before him, this was a Wilder with direct traces to the bloodline considering how blue his hair was. He had a slight scar running down the side of his cheek, probably from an accident at a young age. His eyes were bright green in color.
"I-I'm sorry sir but I don't know what you're talking about. I don't have your munny!" he lied. Damien could tell it was a lie since he was feebly trying to hide the pouch that Damien could see behind his back.
"Nice try,not hand over the munny!" The kid gave a sigh of exasperation at that. Caving in now that he knew he was thoroughly caught.
"Alright, alright! Here, take your munny back!" The kid said as he stuffed the munny pouch back at Damien who took it. Placing it back where it belonged, Damien remained holding the thief up by the scruff. "Aren't ya gonna let me go, mister?" the teenager asked.
"You do realize you can get arrested for that, right?" he asked the kid.
"So what? It's not like you or anyone else would care!" he retorted. Damien's eyebrows furrowed. This kid had mouth to him. Already, he wasn't liking him. Still, what could he mean by those words? The young thief folded his arms as he looked back at Damien sternly. "Cat got your tongue? Or are you debating hitting me? Either way, it's all the same to me!" Damien couldn't believe his ears. Glaring at him for a moment, Damien slowly lowered him to the floor and released him.
"Not today, kid." Damien stated, starting to walk away but the teenager wasn't done with him.
"HEY! I'm not some damn kid!" he retorted, following after Damien. Damien gave an exasperated sigh as the teenager now seemed intent on following him. Having apparently taken insult to the kid remark.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2013 23:25:52 GMT -5
Orion felt the drink in him. It was strong and warmed his body. With only eating a loaf of bread for lunch, the alcohol went pretty quickly through his system. Downing the rest of the glass, he pushed it forward over to the bartender sloppily. The bartender looked at him for a moment. Orion could tell that he wanted to say something. The scowl Orion gave him washed whatever it was away and his glass was refilled.
Not much later a teenager burst into the pub. Orion very lazily turned to look at the teen as he dashed over to one of the tables. The bartender said something about not having kids in here. "Nothing to do with me..." Orion went back to his drink and sipped it. Man the liquor was hard! But it was doing the job of making him slowly forget his worries.
That was until Damien showed up on the scene. Just what he needed! Orion recognized his voice first before he turned around and glanced at him. "This is your fault you know! You're the reason no one trusts me!"[/i] In his mind he tried to place the blame on Damien. The drink in him made it easier.
The scene between Damien and the kid continued to play out. Orion lost interest in it. If only the alcohol would make him forget a little bit quicker. Sipping the glass at a faster pace, Orion ignored Damien after coming here. If the teen knew what was good for him he's leave him be. Orion would be making it back to the barracks eventually come nightfall. Of course by then he'd be totally blitzed. But that was kind of the point in coming here anyway. He took another sip.
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Post by Sprow on Jan 22, 2013 23:56:38 GMT -5
Damien didn't know that Orion had blamed him for his treatment at the barracks. After sending the recruits off on their own, he had nothing else to do with any of them. Sure, he occasionally checked up on them from afar but other than that, he hadn't bothered Orion or the girl recruit whom had been a part of that incident they all had.
In his situation, it wasn't like he could talk to Orion anyway. The two didn't exactly click back there, especially after Damien told him that he would keep an eye on him. Even now, he had kept somewhat of his attention on Orion to ensure the guy wasn't about to come over. Damien didn't exactly trust anyone anyway. So, Orion wasn't in the minority when Damien said he didn't trust him. Ivan had made Damien this way. He had always told his son to never trust anyone, just him. The problem with that was Damien couldn't trust his father either. Ivan had threatened his life not that long ago and was now going to give him some sort of punishment once he got back. Ivan never trusted Damien so why should he place his trust in him? Yet, Damien was ever so faithful in his father. The guy was conflicted.
As he walked away from the kid, the kid continued to follow after him. "Look, I don't care what age you are, you're still a kid compared to me in age!" Damien growled back. However, he refused to turn and face the kid. If he did, he knew that was something the kid would want for him to do. He was looking to get a rise out of Damien and maybe get into a fist fight. Not a smart thing to do considering Damien's training. Not only that but Damien wouldn't strike him either. Even if he wasn't that much younger than Damien, he still wouldn't strike someone of his age, which was a child in comparison to himself.
In his fluster, the kid accidentally bumped into Orion as he raised his finger to point and jab it at Damien even though Damien refused to look back at him, still trying to walk away from the area. "Look here! I'm not that much younger than you are, you jerk!" the kid growled. Damien just kept walking to the point where he was outside, the kid shouting after him as he took a few steps toward the exit to yell out at him.
"HEY! I'm talking to you! I, the great thief, Ivan am talking to you!" Of course, no one in the bar would even have a clue what the kid was talking about. He wasn't as great as he claimed to be since he wasn't famous. Only famous thieves made a name that everyone recognized. It was just the kid being so self centered in himself. He really was the typical, arrogant kid. He didn't even apologize to poor Orion after bumping into him. Turning toward the bartender and Orion, he spoke. "Can you believe that guy?" The bartender once again stated no children were allowed in the bar and he waved at him as if he were shooing the man away.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever old man!" With that, Ivan headed out of the pub, intending to follow Damien to hound him the rest of the way.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2013 0:11:17 GMT -5
Orion once again was just forgetting about Damien when that damn kid bumped into his stool. He had been in mid sip and now part of his drink spilled on his shirt! "What the frog tits?!"[/i] Orion thought tipsy. Looking over at the kid he watched him shout at Damien as the son of one of the leaders headed out the door.
Watching the kid come back and talking to the bartender it took everything in Orion not to slug him. Unlike Damien, he had no problem hitting the kid in his current state. Luckily for the kid, he ran off before he could do so. The bartender looked over at Orion and his empty glass. He placed a few pieces of ice in a cup and filled it back up with liquor.
Orion took it without a second glance. Damien and that kid was just more bad luck! "Do you have anything harder?" Orion wasn't feeling the warmth like he had originally when he started drinking it.
The bartender glanced at Orion. "You know its not even night yet. You sure you want to be here right now drinking?"
Orion had not come here to be questioned. "Do you have anything harder or not?"
Sighing, the bartender took the cup back and poured out the remaining liquor in it. The new liquor he poured really hit the spot, and it made Orion's insides burn. That he felt!
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Post by Sprow on Jan 23, 2013 0:29:43 GMT -5
If Damien thought he was getting rid of Ivan so soon, he was wrong. The annoying kid had followed him out of the bar and was shouting after him the whole time. Damien, figuring he would tire eventually, had simply continued on his way. Unfortunately, that route didn't appear to be working. He was persistent and seemed like all he wanted to do was get a rise out of Damien. He was really going out of his way to get it too.
[colocr=cyan]'Doesn't he have anything else better to do?' [/color] Damien wondered as he glanced over at Ivan in annoyance. Ivan had noticed that Damien finally looked back at him and smirked. "Yeah, that's right, you finally took notice of me! I'm not some damn kid!" he said as if Damien hadn't heard him the one hundred other times he had shouted it at him. Rolling his eyes at him, Damien turned back toward where he was going. Ivan, of course, noticed this and began to shout after him not to roll his eyes at him. The kid was a real pain in the ass! Didn't he have any parents somewhere that he should be running off to by now? Or some sort of dinner that would make him cease his persistent bickering. Eventually, they reached the edge of the village. By this time, Damien had finally lost his patience with the kid. Turning on Ivan, Damien glared down at him. Ivan was a foot shorter than Damien. The kid was unperturbed by Damien's obvious frustration with him. He just looked defiantly back up at him, standing his ground. He was a tough brat that probably needed to be taught humility. It seemed he was on the high horse, alright. "Look, kid! I don't give a damn who you are or what you take insult to! Just get out of my damn hair already before I teach you a lesson in humility!" he growled at him. Ivan didn't even waiver as Damien's threat blew over him. "Bring it, old man! I can take whatever you throw at me!" Ivan stated. This was what he had wanted the whole time, it seemed. Damien was really holding himself back right now. It was very tempting to smack the kid about the head but he managed to hold himself back long enough. "If I did, you'd be knocked unconscious, boy!" Ivan just rolled his eyes at that and shook his head. "That's what they all say! You don't scare me one bit!" he retorted. That was Damien's snapping point. He didn't scare him, did he? Well, it was time to teach the little brat a thing or two about portals. Extending a hand below the kid's feet, Damien watched a look of surprise appear on the kid's face before he fell into it. The other end took him to a point above the very portal that Damien had opened up under his feet so he was placed in an endless loop. It was great satisfaction hearing the kid's frightened screaming as he fell in and out of sight.[/size][/blockquote]
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2013 0:59:18 GMT -5
((OOC: Smiles: *sniff* I'm so proud!!!!!! *brushes away tears*))
Orion's drinking and time at the bar continued as the sun set and night finally fell. The bartender had been kind enough to get him some cut slices of bread. With the amount of alcohol he now had in his system, it was a surprise that he was still standing. In his hand was a cup with it half full still. Sipping it did nothing for him now. He could have drank it like water.
The bartender had told him just a few moments ago that this was it. His money had run out with that drink. Orion didn't know if he believed him or not. He was going on and on about how he used to be a prince. "I'm tellin ya! I'm a prince! Well I waz. Until that no good... damn I can't remember his name. Well it's all his fault! I was on a very important mission. Gonna become a hero to mi dad."
As he had for the last seven times Orion had declared himself a prince, the bartender simply nodded. The bar had become a much busier place now. This close to the marketplace it drew a lot of attention from people. It wasn't really a shady pub because of its proximity, but it did bring in a variety of people. Orion had never seen such a range of ages. There were old men, middle aged loners, and young woman on the arms of young men. Orion noticed a group of them as they entered the bar. They all wore the black clothing of the Wilder Dojo.
"Bartender! A round of drinks for my friends!" One of them spoke. Orion thought he counted six of them in total, but in his current state it was kind of hard to tell. Especially when one of them kept moving in circles. Or maybe that was just him seeing things. "I think I might be a little drunk."[/i] Orion thought to himself.
"I used to be a prince ya know." He told the nearest one. Orion couldn't focus on his face long enough to make out any features really.
Being addressed, the young man turned to him. "Oh were you now." He said with a small laugh.
Orion raised his finger to point at the man. Well he tried anyway but he had to keep moving his finger to keep up with his blurry vision. "Yep. Had an important mission too! Was gonna be a hero. And I didn't need no stupid dojo to do it. I was gonna do it all by myself."
"I'll have you know that our stupid dojo is one of the finest schools in any of the worlds." Someone from within the group said. Orion thought it was a female's voice, but he couldn't tell.
"Bah! I'd run circles around any of you any day of the week of the month of the year!" Orion said with certainty and a nod of his head. Of course being drunk, he actually fell out of the chair he did it so hard. This cause a burst of laughter from the group in front of him.
Orion's head spun as he crashed to the floor. Everything was spinning, but Orion knew laughter when he heard it. They were all laughing at him. Just like everyone at the barracks was whenever he was there. Forcing himself up, Orion threw a punch at a swirling image and missed.
"Woh! None of that now!" Someone said.
Orion heard the bartender speak up. "Take him outside. Let him sober up out there for a while." Orion felt hands rest on his shoulders and lead him towards the entrance.
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Post by Sprow on Jan 23, 2013 2:08:10 GMT -5
(OOC: XDDD I thought he'd be proud lmfao.) Damien had eventually let the kid go after a few minutes of falling through the portal. After that, he had ran off to get away from Damien. He wasn't sure why but it had seemed like that wouldn't be the last he'd see of that Ivan kid. Having had his fun with him, Damien turned and headed all the way back to the base. By the time he had gotten there, Damien simply willed away the time with meaningless tasks for himself. Before long, the sun had set and it was nightfall.
As he had trained with a cluster of soldiers, a sudden voice heard over everyone made him pause. There was a hush as Damien clearly heard his name called out over the crowd. All eyes turned to him as Damien straightened up. He knew that voice anywhere, it was Ivan's. Already, he could begin to feel the uneasiness settle.
Mentally shaking it off though, Damien refused to allow it to paralyze him. Breathing in deeply, he turned and faced his father for the first time in days. Ivan looked down at him from a floor above. He was standing where the stairs could easily be reached. Quietly, Damien walked well poised through the crowd, his eyes fixed on the figure he called his father. Ivan didn't move or say a word as Damien approached him, ascending the stairs to reach where he stood. He knew his father was angry by the way he was standing and the sound of his voice earlier.
As he got there, the first thing Damien thought of was to search for any hint of that accursed book. It wasn't there. As Damien stood before his father, he did his best to remain calm in appearance despite inwardly recoiling knowing what was coming. Ivan said nothing to him as he simply gestured toward the nearby door. Silent as ever, Damien walked over to it and phased through it with a portal.
As he got in there, the moment his portal closed up behind him and his father, Damien found himself slammed against the hard, titanium wall. Gritting his teeth, Damien pushed himself back up after sliding down to the floor. He had seen a burst of yellow fill his eyes then. As he did so, Ivan struck him again. Sending Damien across the room painfully. As he landed, he heard Ivan speaking to him.
"What have I told you about associating with the recruits and recruiters?" Ivan said in a menacing tone. Damien chose to say nothing, refusing to look at his father as he fixed his attention on the wall opposite of him. He didn't even blink as he did so. Ivan took it as a sign of defiance. While Damien just lay there, ignoring his father out of anger and his attempt to try and alleviate the situation by not opening his mouth to make it worse, Damien was wrenched to his feet by Ivan.
"Look at me when I talk to you!" Ivan growled. Damien didn't, he just looked at the wall again fixedly. Fed up with this, Ivan threw him roughly to the floor. When Damien landed, Ivan extended a hand out to him as a burst of strange colored lightning came from his hand. This was enough to catch Damien's attention. Feeling himself getting zapped by who knows how many volts of electricity, Damien let out a painful cry. If anyone were present, they would have seen Damien's own skeleton light up from within to see through his skin and flesh on top of it.
After a minute of this, Ivan stopped as he allowed Damien a moment to recover. Damien could do nothing but curl up into a painful ball. "I told you never to associate with those infidels and you go and do! Right after I told you that I won't take anymore disobedience from you! You're lucky I don't even kill you when we're through, Damien!" he snarled. Ivan was truly psychotic to go this far in punishing his own son.
Coughing and spluttering, Damien took a moment to breath. His whole body ached, burned and stung. Once he was able to get oxygen back into his lungs, he focused on his father. Like always, he couldn't even see his face. Ivan refused to show his son his face even after all this time.
"I-I...c-couldn't-!" he struggled to say, his insides hurting so much it made it difficult to speak. "I couldn't just...leave them there..." Ivan scoffed down at him when he heard this. He didn't strike Damien just yet though.
"I heard of the massacre. We know of what took place but regardless, you still disobeyed me! I don't care if it were to save lives or not! I told you to stay away from the recruits and recruiters and you couldn't even follow that order!" Ivan fumed. It seemed for now that he was intent on just talking. So while Ivan paced the room back and forth near Damien, Damien pushed himself up a bit off the floor, clutching at his ribs. The pain was so terrible, Damien's eyes had watered.
"I-I thought...I was doing...right by it..." Damien tried to say. He should have kept his mouth shut. Ivan rounded on him once more and shot another burst of electricity at him throwing Damien into a world of pain again. Screaming in pain, Damien fell back again.
"You were wrong! When I tell you something, I expect you to follow it without any deviations regardless of what happens!" Ivan thundered. Damien went through another minute of getting electrocuted before Ivan ceased again. Damien was left crumpled on the floor, struggling to breathe as he coughed and spluttered. It was so bad this time that he didn't try to get back up for a while.
"H-how can you...tr-treat me like this? I'm your...your son!" Damien said, wounded emotionally as well as physically from all of this. Any child, regardless of age, would feel like he did if they were in this situation. As he had said this, Damien had looked up into the hood of his father's pleadingly. Ivan didn't move as he faced Damien.
"You...are no son of mine!" he stated simply. Damien's expression turned to shock. If he thought he was shocked now, his shock coming next would make his present shock nothing in comparison. Ivan seemed to be enjoying this as if this were something he had been keeping from Damien for a very long time. "You never were my son. We were never related by blood. I only took you in to grow you into the killing machine that you are now! The little lapdog that gets whipped now and then...that is what you are to me. You...are nothing!"
As Ivan had said this he produced something in his hand akin to a thorny whip and lashed it out at Damien. When he did so, it swiped Damien across the face drawing blood from the scratches it gave him. Scratches that would be easily noticeable once this was over with. The strike had been so strong that it had turned Damien's head. The shock though was what had hurt Damien the most. The person who he had strongly believed in and always tried to appease wasn't even his father. The man had merely raised him to be his errand boy and attack dog. So what did this mean in his beliefs?
"I only used the name Quentin to make you think you were the descendant of a keyblade master. I never was a Quentin and used it as a cover up to deceive you. Where your blood does partially trace to Darius Quentin's, you weren't directly born from his line...no, in fact, you were born of his twin sister's blood line! You're the descendant of the Starks! A family of assassins! Nothing but villainy and murder runs through your very veins!" Ivan mocked him. Damien, who was shocked by all of this, had finally managed to painfully turn his head to look up at the man he had thought was his father. On top of it, he wasn't born from blood he thought was heroic but from something else.
"That is why you are nothing, Damien. You'll never be anything. You're just meant to, like your ancestors before you, kill and be ordered around!" Hearing all of this, Damien was shocked beyond belief. Everything he knew and thought he knew had been torn from his being. Ivan had crushed him with the ugly truth. Everything he had known had been a lie. Ivan was even going as far as calling his blood worthless. He didn't understand why but he felt a surging anger growing within him and a deep seated hate for Ivan.
As if to add insult to injury, Ivan headed for the door as if what had transpired meant nothing. Leaving Damien wounded emotionally and physically on the floor, Ivan parted only after spitting on Damien's back and exiting the room. Damien's whole world had just been crushed and he had no idea just how much worse it was going to get from here on out.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2013 16:27:06 GMT -5
Orion was brought outside and placed against the side of the building. The air had a slight cool to it, but it was a comfortable cool in the hot heat. It was summer here in the Land of Dragons and it was visibly noticeable by the temperature. Seeing as he was right next to the entrance, several people passed him on their way into the pub.
As the night continued Orion was the reciprocate of laughs and even occasional kicks. The pain they caused didn’t really stick to Orion because in reality he could barely feel anything at all. He was too drunk and too numb to care at this point. To every person who entered the pub he mumbled, ”I was a prince.” Perhaps that was why they laughed and kicked.
After a few hours or so, Orion finally felt sober enough to walk. Well at least his vision wasn’t swimming so much. Forcing himself up, Orion started in the general direction towards the barracks. Midnight had yet to strike the village, but as Orion walked he found himself coming to a stop in front of a large crowd. During his short walk so far Orion had chosen to focus on his feet, and not paying much attention to where he was looking.
That was how he ended up bumping into one of the stationary bystanders. Looking up in slight confusion, Orion laid eyes on the group of people and what they were all starring and mumbling at. “Can’t believe they’d do that!” Orion heard someone from the crowd say. “It’s an orphanage! How could they do something like that?!” Another person said to Orion's right.
Looking down the street Orion laid eyes on a burning building. He had never seen the building before, but he did recognize the symbol the burning flames made. He was looking at the emblem worn by all the officers of the Order wore. "Well that's neat! I wonder how they did that?" Orion thought to himself.
Well Orion figured it would still be best to continue on. There was nothing he could do about any of this. Walking around the crowd, he focused again on his feet to propel him forward. In the corner of his eye he spotted a young woman, about his age, crying in the arms of a man in a black outfit with blue hair. "More of those stupid dojo people." Orion thought. There were several children scattered around her, and Orion thought he saw other people in black outfits carrying out small lifeless bodies from the fire. A lot of them had burn marks. "That's the kind of organization you're a part of now."[/i]
When he finally made it back to the gate to the barracks, Orion was shocked to see the place full of life and the gates shut close. Word of the attack on the orphanage seemed to have spread across the village and reached the Order ahead of Orion. That wasn't that hard though since he was still a bit tipsy. When one of the recruits saw him at the gate they ran over to the recruiters. A lot of angry recruiters headed for Orion, who awaited by the gate. Why did they all look like they wanted to murder him?
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Post by Sprow on Jan 23, 2013 22:19:16 GMT -5
Damien remained where he was for some time. The pain was far too great for him to bother trying to get up now. As he lay there, Damien wondered how much time had passed since he had entered this room. Did anyone wonder where he was? Probably not. After what happened in here, he wouldn't be surprised if those outside that might have heard anything would be avoiding this room like the plague right now. None would want to see what Ivan had done for fear of receiving punishment themselves. Ivan hadn't actually punished anyone like this before. None of the heads were really seen up until now. Only subordinates like Damien were the ones that gave them orders they received from the heads.
Coughing a few more times, Damien winced. His whole body hurt like hell. After what seemed like hours, though in reality it were only minutes, Damien finally found it safe to try and get back up. Ivan didn't bother returning and it seemed like he had finally left the facility. Slowly and painfully, he pushed himself upwards. He grunted at the pain as he did so. 'That...bastard!' he thought, his sorrow overcoming him as he willed himself to get back up.
His anger conflicted greatly with his sorrow as he slowly staggered to his feet. All this time, Ivan had never been his father and merely treated him like a dog. Everything he had believed in was a lie. It hurt terribly finding all of this out. It was also deeply insulting to find he was purposely raised to be like this. On top of it, how dare he mock his bloodline. Damien never knew who they were, nor was he even sure who his real parents were, but it still pissed him off to hear that. He might've never known his family but to insult someone's family was something one should never do.
By the time he had finally willed himself to get up, he took a short moment to lean against the wall for support. He hurt so much everywhere and within. No words could describe just how angry and hurt he was right now. One thing was certain, if he had the power he would kill Ivan. How had this man ever come across him anyway? Had he merely found him or...? If he killed his biological family, Damien had every intention of turning the tables on Ivan. The thing was, he had to figure out a way to do it. Was it worth his life to kill the bastard? Or should he try some other means?
'What good is this life? I've nothing to go to...wait...' Damien's thoughts had then turned to Romi and the children at the orphanage. 'No, I wouldn't be able to stay there for long. They would find me if I did.' No, he couldn't risk Romi and the kids getting into trouble. Still, he had to see them. A sudden worry of his father going after them filled his heart then. He had to be sure they were okay.
Tearing open a portal, Damien stepped through. When he stepped out on the other side, his heart stopped. There were people gathered around. Some were screaming, others crying, others speaking out in outrage. In all the confusion, it was hard to figure out what was going on, let alone see since the crowd was blocking his view. Staggering forward, Damien pushed people out of his way as he waded through the crowd. A golden, flickering light met his eyes as he struggled to the front of the group.
Damien stopped dead in his tracks at the sight that had met his eyes. There was Romi, sitting there with her husband's arms wrapped about her, sobbing. Some children were gathered around her. Damien recognized them as some of the children from the orphanage. However, that wasn't all of them. Already, Damien dreaded what he was about to see as he turned his attention onto the building. There, he could see the Dark Order's emblem emblazoned on the rooftop of the building. It were there was if done by magic. Damien's eyes widened in horror. Where were the other children? Already, he knew the answer as he looked toward the last of those pulling bodies from the wreckage. They were tiny bodies with burn marks.
Not for the first time tonight, Damien felt another wave of sorrow fill him. Had this been his father's work? Why would he do this though? Then again, Ivan had beat him and revealed they were never related and crushed his world. Was this another means of doing so? Damien clutched at his head, forgetting his pain even though his body screamed at his movements. As he stood there, eventually, Romi took that moment to pull her hands free from her face which was dripping with salty tears. As she looked around her, seemingly listlessly, she spotted Damien. Reaching out toward him, Romi called out to him.
As if her voice pulled him out of it, Damien found himself walking toward where she stood, looking between her husband and Romi. "What happened?" he questioned her. Romi, her face screwed up, tried her hardest to not burst into tears again as she willed herself to answer him. Her husband merely held onto her, looking over at Damien with a look that made Damien wonder. No doubt, he suspected Damien had something to do with it considering that the emblem on their rooftop was of the Dark Order that he was a part of. Damien ignored it though as he focused solely on Romi.
"I...I don't...know!" she wailed. Her sorrow causing her to drop her gaze to the ground, struggling to keep her hands from flying to her face again. "We were just...we were just sitting there and...I was settling the kids into their bedrooms and...there was smoke...crying...it was so terrible! It all happened so fast!" she said. Romi couldn't bring herself to say anymore. Romi's husband looked at Damien again, less accusatory as he saw the look on Damien's face. Backing away from the scene, Damien turned out of the crowd and tried to run. He pretty much limped more so than ran. Tearing open a portal, Damien felt a new surge of anger rise within him.
As he tore open a portal, staggering out of the opposite end, Damien found himself amidst very surprised recruits, recruiters and soldiers. Most, at the sight of him, had leapt back in alarm. Damien, as soon as he had gotten there, looked around at the crowd dangerously. One of them was responsible but who? Who had magical talents of that nature? As if sensing a predator's gaze, most lowered their gaze and said nothing as Damien prowled up and down the given area. By the time he had gotten here, Orion might've already been dragged inside the gates and was probably framed if anyone suspected him. Damien would have yet to find out this news as he prowled into the building.
Wondering why Damien was so furious, those that weren't stationed at the gates had followed him in. Once he was inside, Damien paused. There was a hush as those that were nearby took notice of the wild, murderous look upon his face. "Who did it?" he growled, his voice almost a whisper as he spoke in a deadly low tone of voice. No one answered him and the tension in the air grew so thick with fear that it could be cut with a knife. Prowling through the crowd, Damien searched the faces around him. None appeared to be guilty save for fearful.
"...Children...they killed children!" Damien snarled dangerously. He was so livid, tears were welling in his eyes then. "Innocent children!" he roared. Those near him shrank a little into their comrades. Others just simply looked at Damien with confusion and worry. Where he was ticked off, he wasn't about to take it out on them. No, his anger was reserved for those responsible for that display and what they did to those innocent kids.
Breathing hard, Damien stormed into the midst of more of those around him. Like before, they shrank away from him and leapt back. Damien was like a wild animal amongst them. He was unpredictable and at any given moment, looked like he were about to attack. "When I find out who did this...and I will...you can count on the fact they will pay dearly for this one!" With that, Damien stormed off, people hurrying to get out of his way as he made his way back up the steps. At around this time, if Orion was accused and dragged in, Damien would probably be told of it or happened upon at this given moment.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2013 0:07:11 GMT -5
Orion just watched as a group of people charged right towards him. He even took a moment to glance behind him. "What are you guys looking at?" He asked them as they charged through the gate. Before he could speak rough hands grabbed a hold of him and started to hurry him along. Orion heard the gates close behind him and pretty much just went with the flow. If he had been sober the angry faces might have meant more to him.
While they ushered him forward, Orion heard people asking him questions about the fire. "It was a big fire. Nice and bright!" Orion randomly thought aloud. The faces of the people around him grew angrier and harder. What was everyone so angry for? He should be the one to be sad. He lost everything.
It was on the way to where ever they were taking him that someone broke out from the group having spotted Damien. Orion had no clue what they were saying but he eyed the man with anger. "You caused all this! I'm broke and probably wanted for murder! I killed a good man because of you and this stupid organization!"[/i]
They brought Orion to one of the training room. At this time of night it was vacant. They threw Orion to the floor. "Hey!" He started to protest. One of the recruiters told him to shut up and punched him hard across the face.
In his drunken state it brought a bellow of laughter from Orion. They were trying to hurt him? Now? Didn't they know that nothing they did hurt as much as what he had done to himself? "We should have never trusted him!" Someone in the group said. "He's trying to bring down the Order!" The chatter paused as someone entered. Orion couldn't see who.
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Post by Sprow on Jan 24, 2013 0:42:21 GMT -5
As Damien reached the upper floor region, he saw a group of people. They were dragging along someone. Upon sight, one of the people from the group broke free to come before him. Wondering what was the matter, Damien folded his arms and waited. "Sir, we found someone we suspect who was responsible for the orphanage incident. We found him outside the gates just now." Damien merely nodded at this before gesturing for the young lady that informed him to lead the way.
They went down the hall and into the training room. It was here where the group was gathered after having thrown someone onto the floor. As soon as Damien had entered the room, all chatter had ceased. Silently, he approached where the captured man was. His gaze, once again, fell upon Orion. Judging by the way he looked, it seemed like he had gone insane. However, due to the strong smell of alcohol, it was easy to see that it hadn't been the case. Orion was drunk. Damien could tell by the subtle signs of the way he was weaving.
Standing before him, Damien visually inspected him while also looking into his face from where he stood. Orion couldn't have possibly done what had been done to the orphanage. A drunk couldn't easily create the symbol of the Order with that fire. He was too out of it to have done so. Not only that but Damien suspected someone more skilled. His thoughts trailed back to the suspicion that the man he once thought to be his father in a final means of crushing him.
"...He didn't and couldn't have done it." People protested this as Damien glanced over at them sternly. Having been beaten himself, and not in a happy mood altogether, Damien was not in the mood for this crap. "I suspect someone that wasn't drunk would've made a symbol like that..." he trailed off, looking down at Orion again. It would be understandable if Orion hated him. Damien had, after all, made it clear that he didn't trust him and by extension the others hadn't. Still, Orion had reaped what he sowed.
"Last I saw you, you were at the bar. Tell me, what did you do after leaving the bar?" Damien wasn't sure if it would bear fruit with this questioning. However, it would confirm his suspicions of Orion being drunk.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2013 0:59:45 GMT -5
Orion looked up in hate as Damien arrived on the scene. "So he comes to hurt me too!"[/i]
Hearing the exchanges between Damien and the others he finally started to get the gist of what was going on. They thought he had caused that fire. Orion smiled. Well now his luck really did suck. "I won't be going down without a fight!"[/i] He told himself. He missed the comments of Damien defending Orion, and instead just heard him when he asked him what he did after he left the bar.
"I walked down the street! That a crime now? Then I ran into the orphanage. The flames were really hot. I didn't think fire could be made into a symbol. I've never done it before. Boy was I surprised! Then they were carrying out all these burnt things. I wonder what it was." Orion's reply was scattered and very suggestive. Orion hadn't claimed that he started the fire right out. But that was mostly because he was too drunk still to really keep to one thought.
The people around Damien were not smiling. "Sir, it has to be him! Just look at the way he's talking." Someone said from within the group.
"Oh yeah! It was totally me!" Orion said sarcastically. "You know what Damien. You think just because your father's a leader you're a leader. But I see you for who you really are. You don't want to do the things he tells you anymore then you wanted that tree to attack you in front of that big white house. I know Damien! I know!" In his drunken state Orion was just spitting whatever came to his mind. He had no clue if he hit a mark or not.
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Post by Sprow on Jan 24, 2013 1:28:32 GMT -5
Damien could see the hatred on Orion's face. In his drunken state, his true emotions seemed all the more fueled because of the alcohol. Never the less, Damien patiently awaited Orion's response to his questions. Surprisingly, Orion decided to answer him instead of insulting him...at first, anyway. He seemed peeved with Damien. He thought his walking down the street was viewed as a crime when really, Damien was just trying to figure out from Orion what had happened. Being drunk, Damien didn't think someone could effectively lie about it.
As he stood there, Orion told Damien that he had walked down the street and ran into the orphanage. By the sound of it, the flames were probably already up by the time he had reached the building. He hadn't a clue that it could be made into a symbol and that he hadn't done it before. The next few strings of words told Damien that now the alcohol was talking. The only thing Orion could be mistaken for was if he had started the actual fire and someone else simply chose to put their symbol up as a result. That didn't seem to make much sense though. It could easily be thought of as such but no. Damien didn't think that was the case. Besides, Damien had seen him at the bar earlier. Someone as drunk as Orion couldn't have made a symbol like that at all.
Damien then heard someone saying that it had to be Orion. Damien just shook his head in response. Seeming to have been spurred on by the person that spoke, Orion chose that given moment to give Damien his two cents. His voice was sarcastic, no doubt stating it wasn't him. Then, he focused his attention on Damien. It made Damien raise an eyebrow at him when he started it.
Since Damien wasn't in the best of moods from his own treatment and because of what happened to Romi's orphanage and the children, Damien's nerves weren't hard to get on. Sure enough, Orion brought up the "father" card. It cut Damien more than Orion thought it had. Eyes narrowing, Damien glared down at Orion. "That man...is not my father!" he growled. There was a hushed silence in response to this, people looking at Damien in disbelief. Was he denying it because he refused to accept the fact or was he speaking the truth? Not only that but how did Orion know of the tree incident? Had he seen the book? There was no other explanation.
So, Orion had seen him there at the mansion. Despite finding this out, Damien hadn't said anything. He could very well have Orion right here for being slippery but he didn't. Not only that but the mission was suppose to be classified. Even if Damien had Orion, he couldn't reveal that information for it would blow what his mission had consisted of. What bothered Damien a lot about Orion was the fact that he had pointed out that Damien was rebelling. How could a strange like Orion know Damien enough to make such a judgement?
Turning away from Orion, he looked at those around him. Most of them were expectant on what he was going to say. "This one was merely there at the wrong time. Last I saw him, he was at the bar. Judging by his response, I doubt he had anything to do with it. He smells too strongly of alcohol and you can tell he's drunk beyond his normal thoughts. Anyone that did that symbol with the flames had to be clear of mind to perform such an accurate thing. Orion here is not the one responsible. Someone else is. Continue searching."
As he said this, Damien remained put, waiting for the others to filter out. However, one person tried to convince him otherwise. Damien grabbed them by the collar of their shirt and glared at the young man. "He's the wrong person. Move along and continue the search." He had said it all so evenly and firmly that the other nodded in fear. Once Damien released him, the young man scuttled out of the room like a frightened rabbit.
Orion could very easily continue his onslaught. Depending on what he said might trigger Damien's already bad mood.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2013 1:49:38 GMT -5
Orion laughed. So Damien was denying that he was related to a leader. Orion had seen Damien call that hooded man father. He also couldn't help but surpass a smile as only Damien and Orion were left in the room. Everyone else had been ordered to continue searching. At the moment Orion didn't put the burning orphanage and what they were searching for together. He still had a lot more to say to Damien.
Stepping forward Orion got right into Damien's face. His breath and body smelled of alcohol and grime. "You ruined everything! I gave up my title of Prince for this organization! Now I'm nothing and it's all because of you!" Orion poked at Damien's chest with his finger.
"Now I have to follow some stupid daddy's boy who doesn't know the first thing about how to lead. What organization burns an orphanage? And you know what I find funny? No really you know what I really find funny?" Orion was starting to giggle and was holding in laughter. "This is only the beginning! You're leaders are going to kill and destroy everyone when they cease to become useful. Because that's the type of leaders they are. And you're just like them. So what's next Damien? Going to burn a hospital? Or maybe it'll be a school? You guys seem pretty adamant on killing innocent people."
Orion blamed everything and anything on Damien. In his mind Damien was the true cause of all this. Well in his drunken mind anyway.
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